Andrew Peterson sings a song called little moments of truth. It is a song about seeing little moments of Truth (Jesus -The Truth) every day. I see little moments like that from time to time. I guess if I payed attention a little better I would see more, but you know how it gets when we get into the daily grind of things. Anyway, we live in a world today that it seems that love is something that is a rarity; it is most defiantly not the norm. It is most common to see people always out for themselves. After all, that is the gospel that this country preaches. Life is all about you, and if you want anything in life then you have to reach out and take it. This is the gospel known as secular humanism, and it is being preached in every government ran church in America…known as the public school. This doctrine has infected this country so bad, that we now live in a world that so few really care about anyone but themselves; however, despite this fact, we can still see little moments of truth, little moments of love scattered here and there. Let me share one with you now.

I work for an ambulance company, and on one particular day I was left down in a town here in Rhode Island because there was a patient that was being released from the hospital. He was an elderly man, probably in his eighties. I was about an hour and a half from home and I should had been off work an hour before I was to pick this patient up, so I was already tired from working a full day. When I picked him up I asked the nurses if I was to take him to a nursing home, and they said no, but that he was going to the home of a niece of his . I could hear the negativity in their voices when they told me this, so it was apparent that they did not agree with the set up and thought he belonged in a nursing home. I did not think much about it. After all, my job was just to take this fella home, so I prepared him for transport. As I got this man to his destination, I pulled up into his nieces driveway. The area that she lived in was a very poor area, and her home was extremely small, but pretty well kept. I did not look all through her house, but I would think that there was about three rooms, a kitchen, one bedroom, and a very small living room. The living room was well over half way taken up by a hospital bet that she had prepared for her uncle. I asked this lady why she would do such a thing. Why would she take in her uncle like this. After all, it is not like it was her father or something. She told me that he is her blood, and she loved him to much to let him go to some nursing home. I thought, man she seems to be having a hard time providing for herself not less a very sick old man. To top it all off, this women handed me a ten dollar bill as a tip for bringing him home. I told her that I could not take the money, and that this is what I do. I told her that I am already getting paid for this and that she needed to keep her money, but she insisted that I take it. She said, “as you can see we do not have much, but what we do have we give” This is what this women told me word for word. Those words still stick out in my mind very clearly. The word that hit me the most was the word “we”. We…She had no one there but herself and now her sick uncle. Her uncle is the one that made that statement a “we” statement. Wow…what this women is saying is a little moment of truth. Her uncle is not just her mother or father’s brother, he is a we. This women has not bowed down to the gospel of this world. In her world, there is not an “I” there is a we. Her uncle is bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh. His lack of good health was her lack of good health. His problems are her problems. Better yet…her love becomes his love. Wow…this is the True Gospel of Christ. There is no I in the kingdom of God. There is only a we.

Jesus poured his life out for us, and we are to poor ours out for all as well. If we are indeed in His kingdom, then there is no “I” only we. Your problems are my problems, your debt is my debt, your joy is my joy, and my love is your love. Now that does not mean to start sending me all of your monthly bills….I know what your thinking. I am actually thinking of sending mine to all of you…LOL.

Let us all pay real close attention to all that God would like to show us from day to day, and may we always look for those little moments of truth. God bless you all…I love you.

I have always compared my journey with the Father to Abraham when God told him to go to a land that He would show him. Abraham did not know where he was going; he was just obedient to the Word of God. Abraham had faith that God would lead him to the land He had promised.  I, in comparison, have always had faith that God would also show me the land that He, or at least I thought, told me. This journey has led me to many places which you, if you have not already, can read on this blog site in a number of different articles that I have written in the past few years. However, I am beginning to wonder if my journey has been more like the children of Israel wondering around in the desert for 40 years. This thought just came to me a little while ago. Could it be? Could it be that my journey has been just a mere wondering around in the wilderness, or is it, in fact, a journey of faith.

I look at myself today and I am not sure who I am anymore. There was a time that I could identify myself. I was a preacher of the Gospel of Christ. I was a music minister, youth pastor, and evangelist. I was a Christian radio man. I know that these are just titles, but I was comfortable with who I was, and I believed in what I was doing then. Today I stand today completely useless. I am no good to the Baptist, charismatics, or any other denomination or “non-denomination denomination”. I am no good to “community” living. I have been so engrossed by systematic Christianity that I am deemed useless to them.

You know…I don’t ever remember reading where Abraham went here and there asking God…”Is this the land Lord…How about this one Lord…not this one either?” Yet, this has been my journey up to this point, or at least It is how I am perceiving it right now. I do believe, without an inch of doubt, that God had opened my eyes to the Truth of westernised Christianity. My heart is, to this day, very heavy for the church. I believe that so many are deceived into thinking that their way of “doing church” is the pleasing God; however, what good is such revelation? What is it worth to know that bible studies, sermons, church programs, pulpits, pews, and steeples have become a stink in the nostrils of All Mighty God. Not that all of these things in themselves are bad, but what we have made them has become nothing more than the ritualistic sacrifices the Israelite’s where making that made the Father want to vomit so many years ago. Tell me what good is such understanding? It is not like I can convince anyone of such truth. Most, if not all, of those in this deception will never be convinced that it is so. After all… They have it all figured out remember. Who knows? I am telling you I am no good for anything anymore.

My journey has been to find a land that I believe God has promised. A place where westernized Christianity has no place in the hearts of the residence. A place where the “Spirit of Religion” can not enter into the gates. A place where Love is the foundation and NOTHING more. A place where God is all that matters and NOTHING else. A place where the Spirit of God has  the lead and not some man. A place where it’s residence don’t turn their backs and run away from their own. A place where the residence gather together for the mere purpose of being together, praising our Lord, and not to have bible debates, sermons, or any one person dominating the time. I have been looking for a place where the only thing we know for sure is that we know nothing, and God knows all. I have been looking for a people who don’t have all the answers, but can lead you to the One who does. A place where God Himself defines who we are to the people around us and not our interpretation of the scriptures, doctrines, or the name we have on the sign out front. A place where they don’t hold scriptures, doctrines, customs, traditions, or anything above The Father. I have been looking for a place where God truly does sit on the throne, and not just have a people who says He does. I long for a place that  has Jesus as the one we model our lives after, and not (though great men of God) Peter, Paul, or anyone ells in scripture or of this world. A place where judgement still belongs to God and not His servants. A place where all the residence are, as God sees them,…equal. A place where each member can thrive and be molded in the hands of The Living God to be placed exactly in the Body where he or she is supposed to be, thus bringing life to that part of the body. I can go on forever here, but it is late and I am tired, so let’s rap this up.

I guess you can call me Martin Luther King Jr and say I am just dreaming, and that there is no such place this side of Heaven. Maybe your right. Maybe I have just been wondering around in the wilderness for 40 years. Maybe I am just a lost child and not a Abraham. Maybe I should just give up searching, I definitely feel like it. Maybe I should just start my own denomination (makes me sick just saying that). I don’t know. I really don’t. I don’t have all the answers; right now I feel I have zero answers.  I do know that God is my Father, and I Will go where he leads me. I have nothing more. I just pray that He speaks soon.

Anyway…that is where my pathetic mind is at the moment. As always, my brain is in full speed. It is 2:44am right now, that should say something. I will attempt a little sleep now. God bless all the readers of this blog. I love you, and, as always, I pray that God will lead us all into the fullness of Him.

Okay, I am about to say a number of things that we are not supposed to say, yet most of us do, and the ones that haven’t only wish they did. Here we go… I QUIT, I GIVE UP, I CAN”T DO THIS ANY MORE, I AM DONE, I AM THROWING IN THE TOWEL, I CAN NOT GO ON ONE MORE SECOND!!!!! There….now that I got that off my chest…let me proceed with this entry.

If you have read my last blog entry entitled “Home…How Do I Get There” you would have read that I have been on a long journey in search for home, or at least a place that felt like home to me. Of course I have failed in my efforts time and time again, and for some reason I believe that God has brought me through such a journey to bring me to this very spot that I am in right now. In fact, threw the past several years He has opened my eyes to so many things, and I think that I am finally, being the slow minded man I am, understanding some of those things. It is like seeing fire for the first time in your life…you see the flames, but you don’t understand how hot it is until you touch it. God has aloud me to see many things through the years, but it is only now that I have finally stuck my hand in there and touched it, and now I am beginning to understand it.

You know…the funny thing is…I am a ordained minister of the gospel (according to the umpteen men that laid their hands on me and the rest of the folks in that ministry that claimed to have seen that gift in me), so I have this automatic thing I do. I tell people what I have learned. I have always shared what I believed God was giving me, kind of like I am doing now. Only blogging, I think, Is more of a therapeutic thing I do to help me get my thoughts straight, and you all have the pleasure of  of telling me how far away off the mark I have went. Anyway, I have learned that people, including myself, think they already know everything.  When one shares what is on their heart the hearer will either amen what you say or refute what you say. Either way, they, again…including myself, think they already know. “Amen….I agree with that…nope…that’s not right because bla bla bla bla bla”. You see. What is the point of saying something to anyone when they already have all the answers?

You know…there where people in the scriptures that where just like that. They where called Scribes and Pharisees. They thought they had it all figured out as well. That is until Jesus came and challenged their thinking. Oh wait…that’s right…the Son of The Living God did not convince them either. Okay…a little sarcasm there, but it is true. They really believed that they understood God so well, that instead of falling at the feet of Jesus, they hung Him on a cross.

Jesus, however, had a handful of men who really wanted the Truth and he called them disciples. After a good wile of hard knock life kind of teaching from the Master He sent them out to tell others of the good news, and then He named them Apostles, or sent ones. They where not sent to the Scribes and Pharisees but to the people who where hungry for Truth, thus making these truth seekers disciples as well.

These Scribes and Pharisees knew the law by heart. They where trained to know that law, and they where trained well. They held so tight to what they thought they knew that the missed the very Messiah they longed for. He stood right in front of them and spoke around and to them, but they could not hear. You see…all they know to do is amen or refute because they already know God, and the things Jesus said did not jive with there interpretation of the law of God, so they choose to refute. All I can say is Solomon was right when he said that “there is nothing new under the sun”. Times have not changed, or should I say, men have not changed that much. The world, especially Christianity, is full of Scribes and Pharisees. I should know…I am one of them, but I believe I am finally being set free from such a title.

I have spent most of my Christian life around scribes and pharisees, so I think it is high time I move my church letter from the church of bla bla, and move it over to the first church of walk it out. It is time that I just focus on living the gospel of Christ instead of  preaching to the choir. There must still be a true seeker of truth out there somewhere that just wants to be set free from the bondage of deception. I think mother Teresa nailed it with her statement “always preach the gospel, and if necessary…use words”. I don’t know if that is the exact quote, but you get the point.

I have but one ministry, and that is to love God and love everyone ells. We all work so hard on trying to learn the scriptures, understand church doctrine, find what or which church to belong to, seek out the where and what God has called us too or to do. We go to church meetings, Sunday school, bible studies, seminaries/bible collage, conferences, and seminars. We watch Christian programing, sport our Christian tee-shirts and bumper stickers, and read Christian books (yes even blogs). This list can go on and on; however, every single one of these things mean absolutely nothing without the foundation of Love.

Let me put it another way. You go in for a surgery to remove your appendix, and the surgeon you have has mastered the art of cutting people open and closing them back up. Unfortunately, he skipped out on every class in med school that covered anatomy. He wears a white coat. Everyone calls him Doctor so and so. He has all that good medical terminology down pat, so he sounds like a good Doctor. He even knows all the instruments to use during the procedure, but when you wake up you find it hard to breath because supper Doc removed one of your lungs instead.

I feel we have done the same thing. We can look the part of a Christian, talk a good Christian talk, and we can convince a great deal of people that we are Christians; however, we have missed the basic fundamental foundation of the Love of Christ that makes us Christian.  As Paul says in 1 Co 13:1 “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal (ESV)”. There are many scriptures I can quote her to back up what I am saying, but it is not my intent to try and convince anyone here of anything. I only want to report what my direction will be from here on out.

I am done chasing movements, churches, and visions of man. I am done preaching to the choir as it where. I am done with trying to be the perfict Christian. I am done with trying to make sure everyone (exept The Father) is pleased with me. I only want to fall at my Father’s feet, let Him love me, love Him in return, and allow that Love to radiate out to all around me. If while at His feet He uses me for anything more, then it will be His doing and not mine.

I would challenge you to do one thing. Read the whole book of 1 John; however, when you read it, do not try and lie to yourself about what John really said, but just beileve what he said. For example in 1Jn 2:9  “Whoever says he is in the light and hates his brother is still in darkness”. don’t try and covince yourself that it “really” means I want him to go to hell kind of hate, but take it for what it is. If I don’t love him…Jesus give my life for him kind of love, then I am in darkness AKA…without Christ (the true light) even now.

As always…thinking out loud…your friend Frank. May you walk in the love of beloved Father.

  You know, I never title my writings until I am done with the writing because I never truly know what I will write until it is done. All that I know is that my heart is heavy to write. Sure, much of time I have somewhat of an idea that my mind is pondering, but the writings pretty much write themselves. So, at this point, I have no title. Let us take a journey together here and see where God will lead us. Maybe you will see the title in this writing and entitle this writing yourself. I will leave it to you, the reader, to tell me what it should be named. Oh I can hear some names now, God help me.

When I was a few years younger I joined the Army. (this thought just came to me now…see what I mean). At that time I was running as far from God as I could, so I thought the Army would be a good way to do that. Anyway, I went and talked to a recruiter, and he gave me all those great promises that they are so well trained to give. It all sounded great at the time. He made it all sound so awesome and fun. Ohhh…and let us not forget the College money. Man…I was pumped, so I went and took the ASVAB test (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery), and then I signed on the doted line. The very day I stepped off that bus at Basic Training I realized that recruiter was not exactly honest with me, and as the days went on, I realized this more and more. This left me wondering what in the world I signed up for here. Here I am, many years later, and I am asking myself this very same question today. Let me explain.

I came to Christ when I was just a young man, and I fell madly in love with my redeemer. I learned a great deal about Him through those earlier years, or at least I thought I did. He was this well groomed, soft, gentle, loving and caring Jesus, and His whole heart was to make sure I was well taken care of, got all I wanted and needed. BUT THAT WAS THEN…

Since those days, God has led me on a journey that has left me once again wondering what did I sign up for. The truth is, most of all those wonderful doctrines that where imputed into me back then where worth about as much as all of those promises that the Army recruiter gave to me those years ago. Ever since I have been off the bus and stepped my feet on this rode, also known as THE WAY, my life has been ripped apart. My body (aka flesh) has been burned, and my very guts have been spewed out for all to see (I know…very graphic…sorry). Even as I write this article, my head feels like it is about to explode and my heart about to wither away. For those of you that have taken this whole blog  journey with me since it started, know well enough that I have vowed to shoot you straight, and give you all the truth that I receive. Sometimes that truth is not pretty. This entry will be an example of that kind of truth.

I have found that God does not look as I was taught he looked like. Although some of what I was taught had some particles of truth to them (that Army recruiter had some as well) God does not look like the way most of Christianity would like to paint Him. I know, I know, His yoke is easy and His burden light…but compared to what? ( I could give you something on that scripture that would cause you to see it a little different, but I will leave that for another entry). I have come to see that God does not want to give me all that my little heart desires, he wants to change my heart so all that I desire will be what He desires, and that, my friends, requires the complete disintegration of who we are in the flesh. I have news for you…..THIS IS NOT A LIFE OF ROSE PEDDLES AND DAISIES! This is a life full of disappointment, regret, pain, and torment. All that you will really receive when you sign on the dotted line is a CROSS. A cross in which our blessed savior said would be a prerequisite for being His disciple. He did not lie to us as our interpretations of scriptures have. He told us exactly what living life as a TRUE disciple would look like. It requires the death of who we are and everything that even remotely smells of who we were in the flesh.  (BYE BYE OLD MAN)! As a result of this death a resurrection would take place, and the things that our lives would produce would look JUST LIKE CHRIST. (HELLO NEW MAN)! He will tear this temple down and raise it up on holy ground. This does not happen all of a sudden just because you believe, said some prayer, or were baptized in some water hole somewhere. This is a process that begins the moment that you truly sign on the dotted line, given up on EVERYTHING you hold on to, and climb upon the alter of God, and allow God to kill you. It is on this alter that you will SEE HIM FACE TO FACE, and when you look upon his face…you die. Sounds fun huh? Are you ready to sign up yet?

I know these are hard sayings. Christ did not say that “strait is the gate, and narrow is THE WAY, which leads unto life, and FEW there be that find it,” for noting. The path of a true disciple is not an easy path, so if you don’t mind me asking, how strait is your path? What all did you manage to get through the “gate” that you walked through?

Christ told us to count the cost. He tells us this because it will cost us everything if we so choose to follow Him. EVERYTHING friends. That is why so few will find THE WAY. They are not willing to lay down their comforts, their knowledge, their possessions, their denominations, and their life. They are comfortable believing that the cross they must bear is a Wednesday night and Sunday church service, their 10% (maybe), and supporting a missionary in some foreign land who really is giving their life for Christ. If you can truly grasp this, and get past the anger you’re feeling right now, it will change how you view scriptures. The verses will begin to really come to life for you, or should I say bring death to you.

I know that this writing must really seem to be a downer. The truth is…at this point, I don’t have anything uplifting to say. I know that I should say something that says how great everything will be if you so choose to sign up, and some days I have things of that nature to tell about. Right now, however, I do not. I myself am counting the cost. I am not to sure if I can handle any more of this cross of mine. It has been a long journey, and I am growing more and more weary. The sad part is, I have not had to endure even 1/16 of what my brothers and sisters have had to endure for the past 2000 years. I am a disgrace to the family name. I do see glimpses of beauty from time to time, and that gives me hope and strength to continue this journey, but right now I can’t see a foot in front of me. It is tough my beloved friends. It really is.

Aww…I am sure I will rise from these ashes and continue on with The Lifter of my head. He has never failed me….never. I have always found victory with Him. Where else could I go, to whom could I turn, What else could I do. I have been chosen by The Creator of all things. He is The Lover of my soul, my love and my passion. I will make it because He said I would.

How is that for a recruitment letter. Me….mister evangelist. I don’t guess I will win many souls with such writings as this.  The truth is, we will all stand before God, and there will be many who say Lord Lord, I went to church, I am a believer, I have been baptized, I paid my 10%, I supported missionaries, and I invited people at work to come to church with me. Many people will say this, and the Father will say SORRY I NEVER KNEW YOU. I am sure many of you have plenty to say to me at this point. All of those great scriptures that you have worked so hard on remembering, you now have an opportunity to use them. Swing away friends…swing away. I am no stranger of being wrong about things. Much of my life has been a lie, and I did not know it. However, at the end of the day, the Truth will still be The Truth, no matter how many verses of scripture we have memorized and interpreted.

As said in the beginning of this writing, though you will see something written in the title area of this entry, the true title is one you must name. Those who have ears to hear…let them hear.

I know it has been a while since I have written last. The truth is, it is hard to know what to say any more. I have spent most of my walk as a “Christian” preaching and teaching many things that I now see are utterly wrong. I, like so many others out there in the church world, have lead more people away from Christ than to Him. We have done this through a dead religion, a false gospel, worthless doctrine, and a imitation Christianity. We run more people out of church than we draw in her. Granted, it is mostly done out of ignorance, and many are only doing what they themselves have been taught to be the truth, and I truly believe they, as I do, mean well. However, this work still continues.I have seen so many people come and go through the years. Many of them we could have swore that they where genuine converts, but then they latter leave the church. ( I say church meaning the modern term of our particular denominational, or “non-denominational”, body of people )  Some may go and pursue their search for the true church, but most drop out all together. Most of those who continue their search will, sooner or later, give up themselves.

I have a cousin that just got out of the hospital a few days ago from gun shot wounds. The News says that his testimony of that night was that he answered a knock at the door in his home, and when he opened it there where two men standing there and one of them shot him two times. The news also reported, or at least implied, that he may have made up the story and actually shot himself. The reason? He was about to go to prison for a parole violation from a crime he committed a few years ago while he was Chief of police in a small town. That’s right, Chief of police. Here, let me surprise you a little more. At one time he was a great worker in the church. He was a deacon, an awesome soul winner, and a great brother. There are very few people in this world that I love the way I love that man. We have been through so much together. I can not tell you how many times he had been there to help me when I needed him, but now alcohol is his closest friend. Just a few months ago, he tried to get right with God. He wanted to shake his addictions. He longed to break free from his depression and loneliness, so he went back to church. Did  he find what he was looking for. Did he find the mighty Love of Christ that delivers us from such bondage. I don’t think I have to answer that…do I? The truth is, I failed him, the structure he believed to be the church failed him, and many who claimed to love him failed him as well.

I can just imagine what some of you are thinking right now. Some of you are pulling up verses of scripture to counter attack what I am saying right now. Some of you are saying, what nerve he has to make such statements, but let me ask you a question. Look around you right now. Look, I mean really look, at how well things are going for your church right now, then ask yourself a question, and then answer yourself with complete honesty. Ask yourself…how is it going…really? Jesus took just twelve men, and completely flipped the world up side down, and we can’t even help one young man from destruction.

You may say…”well our church is doing well, we see people saved and delivered all the time”. I would challenge you to just look back over last year (2008). How many people that you seen “saved and delivered” that are still there. I mean really there.

I do believe that there are people out there that are doing God’s work. I know that there are churches out there that really have the true love of God, and when someone comes in, such as my cousin, they will find true and living hope. If you know you are in a body of believers that this is true, then this blog entry is not written for you; however, if these words offend you, then there is probably truth to what I am saying when it comes to where you are spiritually, and you may want to look at this further.

I know that there are so many excuses that the enemy supplies us with in regard to such facts. Like, if they left us then they never where of us (that’s right…he will use scripture), or,I knew that they would not make it because…. Friends, are you not tired of a powerless church? Have you not grown weary of seeing so many not make it? Then I just want to challenge you to do one thing. Instead of going to some discipleship seminar this year, how about just falling down before our father and from the depths of you heart, cry out to Him, and say God, I don’t know about the church that I attend, but I want to be fully yours. Break me oh God. Take all that I have and all that I am. Teach me to love the way you Love. Show me how to lay my life down for those who are oppressed and in bondage. Use me oh God, to open my arms out and embrace those who need to feel your touch. My life is not my own…it belongs to you my King. Open my eyes my Lord, that I may never miss someone in need, and give me the understanding to supply that need. Teach me to walk the way that you walk, and help me to teach others to do the same. Oh Father, I don’t want religion, entertainment, doctrines, or another powerless church service…I want…no,… I need your Life. You Life illuminating the very ground that I walk. That all who would look upon me would see only You.  Oh my beloved, this is my prayer….this is my plea.

I am so so sorry Shawn, for failing you. I am so sorry for every one I have ever given nothing but words to, yet failed to SHOW you my wonderful Redeemer. I am sorry for every time I decided to hang out with the 99 and not go after the one that was lost. Oh God forgive me. Forgive us all…….

“O could I tell, ye surely would believe it!
O could I only say what I have seen!
How should I tell or how can ye receive it,
How, till He bringeth you where I have been?”

This poem was at the bottom of todays My Up most for His Highest by Oswald Chambers, and it reflects what I feel in my heart right now. As Jeremiah says “I have a fire that is shut up in my bones” that is what I feel. I wish there was some way to express to everyone what God has brought me through and has shown me. I wish that I could say something that would open your eyes to see clearly. I wish I could do or say something that would rain God’s kingdom in the hearts of every man, women, and child. I wish that, instead of making everyone mad with my words, everyone would embrace my words, eat them, and let them be to your mouth sweet as honey.Unfortunately, my words mean nothing. I may say something that will make you think, or maybe even seek out the truth, but words are just that…words.

The truth is, we must all walk the same path. Now, I have heard people say that we are all on deferent paths but the same destination, and that is a false teaching. We must all walk the very same path. One may interpret their experiences they have on that path somewhat different than their cohorts, but it will be the same path.

We must all walk the same road as Christ. We have our own Calvary road we must travel. We have our cross we must bare, and there are no words I can say that can make you walk that road. I can only hope that my life can illuminate that path, so you can see “The Way”. My prayer is that God will use my life any way He sees fit, so you, my beloved, can see Him…The Way, The Truth, and The Life.

Good day friends, I would like to thank you for taking time to read my blog. I would like to encourage you to make comments in the comments section at the end of each blog. I appreciate those of you who have commented so far. I hope that I have answered your questions well enough. If not, please let me know.

 I had a gentleman ask me a few questions in regards to the changes that I have embraced along this journey that God has led me through, so today I would like to elaborate just a little.  If you have not yet read my blog entries entitled What a Journey, I would encourage you to do so. There I share what God has taught me concerning what is known as westernized Christianity, and where I stood concerning my faith.

 I would like to start by saying that, on the surface, I have not changed much at all. I still have my faults and weaknesses. The biggest difference is that I have learned that there is not one thing I can do to change those things about myself. The fact is all those faults and failures are who I am. I am a son of Adam. I was born into a life of sin and a sinner is what I am. There is not one part of Frank that is righteous, not one ounce of righteousness. “There is none righteous, no not one”. The only good thing about me is that somewhere deep inside of me there lives a righteous and holy God, and if there is one ounce of hope for me it is there. If you see anything in me that is holy and righteous, it will be Him that you will see not me.  The only thing that makes me different from who I was a few years ago, is that I grew weary and tired enough of my counterfeit Christian existence, that God was finally able to reach me. All I did was lifted my hands in complete surrender to Him. The reality is I wanted Truth more than I wanted my religion, doctrines, and ministry. We can never see truth if we already think we know it. When you read or hear words like you read in my blog, you will automatically judge it upon what you know to be the truth. The question one must ask their selves is this, is the truth that I cleave to my truth, or is it God’s Truth? Is what I believe to be the truth been passed down to me by man, or has it been given by God? Where does our anchor really hold? Perhaps what you believe is truth, perhaps not. The fact is we will never know until we lay it all down before Him and approach Him as a little child knowing nothing.

 I am reminded of a song that has excerpts of a preacher delivering a message, and he was telling of the day he came to God. He said that he told God that if he went to hell, he would go there believing in the blood of Jesus Christ. I do not know about all of that, but what I do know is that this is the kind of determination we must have in the pursuit of Truth. We must say to God…God, I may leave this world never really living in the fullness of your Truth, but I will leave this world with nothing less than my every effort of its quest. It is this heart that God can speak to and none other- a heart that can be satisfied with nothing less than His fullness, Truth, and righteousness. It is His promise that such should be filled. It is the day that one believes that they have it all figured out that his or her quest has ended. Friends, please hear me when I say that the Truth is not words one can read, or a message that one can hear. The Truth is the person Jesus the Christ. It is He that we must pursue. It is only when we begin to lay our wisdom down and pursue Him that we enter the first fruits of our forever changing lives. Therefore, the only thing that has changed in me is that I am no longer pursuing a what, but I am pursuing Him, and when we put everything in the light of Him, it is clear rather it is of Him. I was able to see the church system for what it is because I put it in the light of who Jesus is, and it failed to look like Him.

 One reader of my blog asked me what made Rose Creek Village any different. It is because it looks more like Christ than anything that I have ever seen. That is what makes it the body of Christ because, when put in His light, it looks like Him. The same reader stated that not everyone can move to Rose Creek Village, so what can they do. All I can say is, when God opened my eyes to see the Truth, I felt alone, I no longer fit in to organized religion, and I had no direction. I was a complete mess dear reader. However, God did not leave me in such a place of despair. In the midst of my desperation, He introduced me to Rose Creek. God will not leave you wandering around my dear friends. Zion is calling out to all who have been chosen by God. It is your and my duty to heed the call. If that is to leave everything behind and move to Rose Creek Village, then that is what we must do. However, this one thing I do know, it will cost you everything to follow Him. The sad truth to this is there are very few that are willing to pay that price “Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it”. This is the complete contrast of our so-called Christian nation, where the majority claims to be Christian.

The best advice that I can give would be to learn Christ. Do not spend your time going after knowledge of anything else. Learn who Christ is so you can recognize him in others, and when you see Him in others, join yourself to them. Trust me; this is not an easy task. Some of the people here at Rose Creek sought many years for a true body of Christ before they found it. True Disciples of Christ will always look like Him. They will act like Him, walk like Him, talk like Him, and love like Him. Dear reader, settle for nothing less. Until next time, may God lead you into the path of righteousness